The pikemen were slowly feeling their way in the darkness, and when they came across someone, regardless of who it was, they would uniformly thrust forward with their pikes. This was to preserve their lives, as any moment of hesitation could result in their own death.

  The refugees were ultimately killed in large numbers without any organization, but facing the huge number of men, the longbowmen had no advantage at all. Field ran back and called out to his men, and the longbowmen immediately approached him upon hearing their commander's call.

  Everything in the way was trampled and destroyed, a bloody path was cut out and returned to Field's side. The clouds in the sky finally dispersed, the moonlight shone all over the ground, and it gradually became possible to see things clearly.

  Time is running out, and Field has little time left to take the castle before dawn, or else he will likely be pinned down by these refugees when his troops are exposed.

  "Never mind those refugees, come with me to the castle immediately and take it down, this is our goal." Field shouted loudly to provide his accurate position for the soldiers, only a few soldiers in front could see his figure, people behind couldn't see him at all, they could only rely on the shadow of the person in front. Now Field's occasional shouts gave them a direction.

  Field led the team forward in a sprint, soon approaching the castle. The refugees who were being pursued had quieted down by this time. Someone opened up the bonfire and ignited the dry firewood. The gathering place of the refugees was now bright, and everyone gathered together.

  Several influential people stood out, it was not the first time they had encountered such a thing, but most of them occurred during the day. The surprise attack at night was rare. Just now Phil's words, they have heard, now is the time to make a choice.

  "Everyone has something to say about their opinions, what should we do?" said an older person who was a representative of the refugee group.

  "What else can we do? It seems that this lord will also be eliminated, so let's take advantage of their battle and make a profit, then move to another place to live!" said another somewhat thin man.

  He is another group of people, it's strange that most of them are sturdy men, no women or children, and some elderly people. Several refugee groups are very wary of this group because they claim to be refugees but don't look like refugees at all. On the contrary, those people are mostly sinister and don't work, only doing some sneaky things, which is really disgusting.

  I didn't expect him to say something like this at this time, and sure enough, someone immediately spoke out to rebuke him.

  "It's all because of people like you that our lives are getting harder and harder. Now, not only do refugees have no food, they don't even have a place to live."

  Another group of young and middle-aged refugees also spoke up, but they all had families and were mostly young people who were more united. In the past few days, they helped Li You Ran with construction in his territory, obtained a lot of food and some clothes, making their family life much better than before. They were naturally grateful to Li You Ran and upon hearing that the castle was under attack, they wanted to go and rescue it.

  No sooner had the words left their lips than someone proposed taking advantage of the situation, which made them feel contemptuous. They cursed loudly as they exited, but the thin man wanted to curse back. However, upon seeing dozens of sturdy young men standing nearby, he immediately fell silent and pretended not to have heard anything.

  "Think back to what kind of days we used to have! What kind of days are these now? Can you live better than this in some other land?"

  The young man's question made everyone silent. To be honest, the proposal of the thin man just now had moved many people, but after being scolded, most of them felt a little ashamed. They had survived by relying on others, and as soon as they turned around, they wanted to betray others, which was indeed not very righteous.

  "Everyone has made up their minds, so I won't say much more. Since we're going to live here, we naturally need to protect the lord's land from invasion. If this place is attacked and falls, can you expect a new lord to treat us the same as before? Taking a step back, if we don't help him but he wins anyway, will he still treat us the same as before? Everyone think carefully! In any case, I've already made up my mind - I must go help the lord. No, it shouldn't be said that I'm helping the lord, but rather that I'm helping ourselves, because you can't be sure those people won't harm us after they take over the castle."

  The middle-aged man who had spoken up first spoke out, and his words were generous. He looked like a former official! After finishing speaking, he picked up a wooden stick from the ground, burned one end with fire, extinguished it, sharpened it on the ground, used it as a long spear, and led his men to charge towards the castle.

  That group of young people also sneered at the thin man, then followed his example, each taking one, and left. The field was left with only the thin man's team for a while.

  But look at his face first flush, then turned iron blue, slowly before returning to normal said: "A bunch of fools, I'm not going to send death! Everyone follow me, wait for them to finish fighting, and then we'll come back to pick up the cheap! Haha."

  The same refugees, however, made completely different choices. They retreated to the edge of the forest, and when the brave supporters arrived at the foot of the castle, those long-gunners had already launched an attack. Fortunately, they were only long-gunners without siege equipment, so they could only rely on ladder tactics to attack. There were still some rolling stones and logs in the castle, which also served as a means of attack.

  Feld wasn't thinking of being the first to climb up the city wall and open the gate, to be honest, no one inside was his match, even if they were tied together he wouldn't be afraid, it's just that thing in the little kid's hand, it's a threat to him, always pointing at him making him not dare to make any sudden moves.

  Just as Zieg was satisfied with his own arrangements, he saw some people rushing down from the castle again, feeling a bit bad, hoping it wouldn't be reinforcements.

  It wasn't until the people arrived that he let out a sigh of relief, those refugees, not enemy reinforcements. Just as Zig saw it, the refugees had already clashed with the long gunners, but after all, they were refugees who didn't even have clothes to cover their bodies, and in their hands were only sharpened wooden clubs, how could they fight against well-equipped long gunners?

  In the instant of battle, more than a dozen refugees were killed or injured, while the long gunners suffered no casualties. However, the refugees behind did not hesitate and continued to charge forward with their weapons in hand, as if sending themselves to death.

  Zig saw the city wall and almost cried, he knew why these people were here, they weren't afraid of death, but they knew that if their territory was breached, they would be in a precarious situation again. John led the workers to charge down, at this time the best way is to attack from both sides, leaving these hundreds of people thoroughly trapped here.

  But his actions were halted by Zieg, as John pushed Zieg's hand away and said: "What are you doing! I'm going to save them! They came to help us, we can't just watch them die."

  "He can't open the door, that guy is waiting! Once you open the door, he'll rush in immediately. Do you think he's not helping his own soldiers because he's been watching us!"

  Zi Ge also wanted to go and help, but Field wasn't someone he could handle. Now he felt how weak he was. If he had thought about the attack earlier, even if it were just a few bows, these hundreds of people wouldn't have been enough for him to kill! As a result, now he was trapped because he didn't have any means of attacking.

  The fighting outside is getting more and more intense, the night sky has gradually brightened up, and the sun has already risen above the horizon. The refugees are suffering more and more casualties, but the longbowmen are not unscathed either. Under the numerous attacks, gaps have appeared in the longbow formation, and some people have managed to get stuck with their bodies when the longbows pierced through them, then worked together with the people behind to pull them out.

  As soon as the man emerged from the gun array, he was immediately overwhelmed by the refugees behind him and trampled to death. His helmet was useless, and some were attacked by wooden spears on their heads, resulting in either death or serious injury. The 300 long-gun soldiers watched as only over 200 remained, and under the fearless attack of the refugees, they lost more than 80 people.

  Feld stared at the city gate, but it refused to open. The oak wood on the city wall seemed to have closed its eyes, and he knew that as long as this guy was around, he had no chance of entering through the city wall. Gnashing his teeth, he turned back to slaughter the refugees. Since you won't open the door, I'll kill all your serfs right in front of it.

  As soon as Field joined the battle, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The long sword swung and took away pieces of life. John on the city wall looked at him with red eyes, most of the people below he knew, they were all working under his command! He couldn't bear to watch them die like this.

  Just as he was about to rush forward, Karl suddenly appeared abnormal beside him. Karl's eyes were filled with bloodshot, his skin turned red and swollen, and the muscles on his body actually started to swell slowly, as if transformed, his figure grew taller by a circle or more.

  "This is... going berserk?" Zieg also didn't expect to see the descendant of a barbarian here, and even more unexpected was that it was a descendant of a barbarian who had activated his berserking ability. It's too unbelievable. This Karl looks like a mixed-blood, how could this be so coincidental?

  Carl was originally with Zig on the city wall, defending against anyone who tried to climb up using ladders. He would swing his hammer at them, and it wasn't a big deal. However, when he saw familiar people being killed one by one by those below, anger filled his heart. The red color of blood seemed to seep into his heart, making him unable to retreat. His blood began to boil with a thirst for blood.

  Carl went berserk. The ancestral bloodline was actually activated in such a situation, but he would rather not have all this. He just wanted his friends to come back to life.